Dear Cali Chica:

When I asked you to define luck in my post to you before the most recent, I made the following note to myself, defining luck for myself, not with the intent of sharing it with you. Here is the note I made:

“My Note (because my mother/I carry the same anger at the same injustice): Luck really is just this: feeling okay, content. Warm and comfortable in a home setting with a calm and smiling, attentive parent or parents, who sometimes attend to me, sometimes not, but their voices are calm and kind and so is the look  on their faces. What is not in this setting is anger, criticism, disapproval, discontent, dissatisfaction, envy, wishing to be elsewhere.”

After the above note I read a moment ago your own answer: “a good mom is nice.. good sweet eyes. she doesn’t ..yell.. we feel good together.. nice stories together.. we have fun and laugh.. everyone is relaxed, not getting mad and yelling or saying how bad everything is.. good soft face and smiling eyes… mom and dad are not mad at each other”.

Now, tell me anew: what is luck?

anita